Betrayed

Damage Control

I heard the gun click, how the bullet was loaded and locked in place. How the small, dealy pin echoed throughout the empty room.

"Turn around." The sound slipped through his teeth, like wind sliding through the rocks in a cave, cold and lifeless.

I closed my eyes, preparing myself for the worst, and turned around. I heard the gun cock, but no sound nor bullet. 

"Kid?" I finally regonized the familiar voice. I opened my eyes slowly and carefully.

"Clay?!" It was Clay, the prisoner I met when I got here, he was dressed in the same jumpsuit everyone else was wearing and holding a gun to my head.

"What are you doing here?!" I asked, surprised and relieved he was here.

"Great minds thi-" He stopped, looked around and put the helmet on and pinned me against the wall.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TRESPASSING?!?! HUH?! YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU FUCKING DOING HERE?!" He screamed at me, his voice barely recognizable through the helm's filters. 

I finally caught onto what he was doing. A guard had walked in. Clay turned to him. "THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING JUST STANDING THERE?! GO GET SOME FUCKING BACK UP, YOU FUCKTARD!"

At first the guard stumbled to his feet, but then fled out of the room. "Great minds think alike. Now what the hell are you doing here and make it fast. We only got a couple of seconds before he comes back with those goons."

"I need a diguise." That was as fast as I could make it. Clay looked around and dug into a locker and threw a jumpsuit and belt. I tried my best to get my body into it without taking my clothes off. I hurried at the sounds of multiple footsteps coming closer. I looked chunky in the suit and buckled my belt, only making me look more fat.

Guards, a swarm of them, came in. "Where is he?" Ask the one guard wearing a ton of armor.

Clay shrugged his shoulders. A quickly fastened my helmet and fixed the mask and goggles.

All the guard walked in a group and combed the place, we simply walked away.

"Oops." I dropped a grenade and closed the doors. All I heard was a muffled explosion and the screams of burning guarding.

"Lillte overkill, don't you think?" 

"Little overkill never hurt no one." I spat at Clay in retort. I didn't care about morality, or what was wrong or right at this point. I only wanted one thing: to go home. I came here looking for answers, but even now I have more questions than I have answers.

There was one thing, a sole desire, that kept me going though. 

Allison.

So much had happened that I nearly forgot about her, but her name, her smile, her hazel eyes all still lingering my head.

Along with her also lingered a figure I saw on the floor schematics. "So any plans?" Clay's voice quickly broke the silence. 'I got everything I need and I'm just gonna bolt outta here, you got any plans to escape."

A still silence followed before I answered, "I got a plan: create a window."

"What do you mean?"

He couldn't see it, but I was smiling inside my mask. "I'm gonna blow this place to kingdom come."